"Emmy? What do you think you're doing?" He questioned sharply, his brows furrowed. "What gave you the audacity to even consider going into my room, let alone my desk?" His voice was loud, but he did his best not to shout - he couldn't let his emotions wreak havoc again.

Emmy recoiled slightly at the shock of seeing him burst into the room. She couldn't see where the egg had rolled to. To avoid seeming suspicious by looking for the stone, she jumped to her feet confidently. "Why? Too scared I'd find this?" She pulled the mask out of her poket and waved it in front of him. "You can't hide any more. Nor can you deny it."

Sycamore put his hand to his face where his glasses usually were. "I wasn't going to." He answered somewhat smugly. He knew that she would pursue Luke's idea further - he knew that this was going to take place sooner or later. He wasn't even angry - even though this would most likely ruin his plan. "Now I will ask you again, what exactly were you doing in my desk?" The man folded his arms, and looked straight at her with unblinking eyes. "Don't tell me you were looking for the mask - you had no reason to believe it was in there, and I don't see any other part of my room looking like a train has hit it."

Opening her mouth to try and argue back, Emmy realised she really had no excuse. But how could he tell that she had been in there? It didn't look any different to her.

As he stepped forward, the professor's foot collided with an egg-shaped object on the floor. He only had to look down to see that this was one of the Azran eggs. He shot a glare at Emmy. She was looking tense, her hands held behind her back. Picking it up without speaking, the man marched towards his desk and opened the drawer that he knew he had been keeping the eggs in.

He knows the place well. Emmy thought as she watched him in apprehension. Considering the Bostonius belongs to the real Professor Sycamore, Descole seemed to know where everything was kept.

Underneath the piles of notes that Emmy must have stuffed in there, were four eggs. One of them - or the one that he was holding - couldn't be real. He opened the drawer where the replica was kept to see that it was still in there.

Somehow the woman had got hold of a fake egg.

Perhaps she was playing a trick. She could have easily got a 'popoƱo' custom-made in San Grio to look like the real thing (for some reason, the ones being sold had a tendancy to have faces on them). He looked back at her. He didn't think this was a trick. From her manner and overly-innocent look, he could tell that she had been up to something that she shouldn't have been.


As Layton, Luke and Aurora got closer to the Bostonius, they were stopped again - this time by Umid.

"Hello again - I was just looking for you." He greeted. The boy's spirits had really been lifted by having his mother awake again. "My mum says that you should come over for something to eat later as a thank you." He paused and scratched the back of his head awkwardly but spoke with a friendly smile. "It won't have any of them Dormis Soporis mushrooms in either - oh, and you can bring the other two around as well. Professor Sycamore and what was the lady's name? Emmy?"

Luke's eyes lit up at the upon hearing about free food.

"Thank you for the invite, Umid." Layton began, and Luke stared up hopefully. "But I'm afraid we won't be able to take you up on it." The boy in blue looked down and folded his arms stroppily.

"Oh, that's a shame. That's fine if you can't come, though." Umid answered understandingly. "But if you can do then please come around, we just want to thank you for what you have done."

"We were happy to help you all." The professor said with a smile. "We wish you all the best. Perhaps we shall see you again sometime." he said, before continuing to walk again.

"But Professor! Can't we at least try to go?" Luke whined. It was his stomach talking again.

"Now Luke, I think we have more important things to worry about first, don't you?" Layton stated, and the trio continued walking. They were only a minute or two away from the Bostonius now.


Alarm bells were ringing in his head, the only thing he could think of was that this is something Targent would do - it was the only thing that made sense. Except Layton was a smart man, surely if that was the case he would have found out that his assistant was a Targent mole by now - would he not?

"Emmy, is there something you haven't been telling us?" Sycamore said, holding out an egg. "Because I have reason to believe that you are part of Targent." His voice grew hoarser as he spoke, and Emmy recognised this as Descole's voice.

She scowled and began to tremble ever so slightly, causing her fingers to loose grip on the mask. Whether she admitted to it or not, the man was likely to do something. His hatred for Targent was strong - even as his disguise. As Descole it would surely be amplified. Emmy hated to admit it to herself, but she was terrified - not just of because of what he might do, but also what the Professor and Luke would think.

Sycamore retrieved the mask off the floor and pushed it onto his face with a smirk. Next came the hat and cape simultaneously which seemed to appear out of thin air.

Emmy looked astonished. Professor Sycamore was never Descole in a disguise - Descole was Sycamore in a disguise.

"So what is it then? Are you going to tell me now or will I need to force it out of you?" He said, grabbing one of the swords that decorated his wall and holding it up in front of himself to admire.

Both gasped, with Raymond also letting out a shocked "Master!".

Descole whipped around to stare directly at the butler. "Raymond." he said in a warning tone before turning his attention back to Emmy. The butler scuttled off somewhere, not wanting to watch the events unfold. Descole lowered the tip of his sword until it was in line with the woman. "Tell me. Are you or are you not working for that detestable organisation?"

When she failed to answer, the man took a step closer. He knew from her reaction that the answer to his question was a yes, but he'd much rather hear her say it out loud - maybe just in time for Layton to hear it would be good.

She needed something to hold him back with but there was nothing in reach except for a chair - that would have to do. Emmy ducked to the right and when the sword followed her she ducked to the left, grabbing the chair by the back to push the man backwards.

Stumbling backwards, Descole growled in annoyance. He lunged forward with his sword but Emmy managed to deflect the attack with the chair. He lunged forward once again and this time, the woman wasn't as quick to act. She was backed into a corner now, and Descole wasn't prepared to let her leave without an answer.


Finally arriving at the Bostonius, the group rushed up the stairs leading in. They were greeted immediately by a distressed-looking Raymond. The butler was unsure if he should tell Layton about the situation - his master would surely be furious if he said the wrong thing - so instead, he stayed quiet and continued to pace backwards and forwards.

Worried by Raymond's behaviour, they all went into the hallway where they could hear two angry voices.


In the breif silence between them speaking, Descole heard the door to the Bostonius close - that would be Layton arriving.

"You are only making this more difficult for yourself." Descole said, his sword practically resting on her - if either one of them moved then Emmy could end up in a lot of pain.

"You already know!" She shouted back quickly, her voice weakening. When she spoke again, however, her voice was as strong and determined as usual. "So why do you want me to say it out loud?"

There was a silence. Layton, Luke and Aurora stood on edge behind the door, waiting for the response.

"So that Layton can hear."